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[maderr]

Dear Midnight,

Look, I'm sorry about that thing with Robin Hood. I still love you, honest. You're my only one. Don't start being a bitch now, plzkthx. No more cheating, I mean it this time. Let's just settle down and get back to cooperating so I can finish writing you, beautiful.

Yours truly,
the humble and contrite author


Dear Sheriff of Nottingham,

I'll be right over.

Purr,
Megan

Comments

[nikerymis.livejournal.com]

::giggles:: But what about the quarterstaff? A long, wooden pole? Takes a lot of skill to wield one of those properly. ^__~

[aggybird.livejournal.com]

Exactly! Now you're getting it! C'mon, there's gotta be more with can think of. I mean, there's a whole forest full of merry men in tights! Little John? I mean, I ask you! He probably calls his penis "Big John."

[maderr.livejournal.com]

He probably calls it Little Johnny.

[aggybird.livejournal.com]

And let's not forget Friar Fuck.

[nikerymis.livejournal.com]

Uh, damn, I'm drawing a total blank. Curses. Why am I not more familiar with Robin Hood and parts of the tale to make puns out of?